Journey to Val Royeaux

A week has passed since your acceptance of the Empress's invitation. A full day was spent hurriedly tailoring the right dress uniforms for your companions and preparing the carriages and sending your replies and correspondences to Orlais, before you set off towards the Orlesian Capital of Val Royeaux.

The Carriage you rode in was luxurious and ostentatious yet remaining tasteful, Josephine outdoing herself in its sourcing for one befitting your status as Lord Inquisitor and one of the most powerful and influential men on the continent. Time spent breaking from your job was also time well spent discovering the intricacies of the Throne's magic. Know thy power well, as they say.

Vivienne and Fiona quickly snag the opportunity to ride in your carriage; they claimed it to be practice lessons for etiquette to practice in an Orlesian ball when in reality, they simply wanted to hog your cock for themselves.

Not that you really minded, as long as you could fill up their pussies.

"Oh fuck, I love your cock! Use me, pound me like I'm a whore!"

Vivienne was hardly the prim and proper noblewoman she liked to portray herself as, fully exploiting the privacy of your carriage to slake her lusts on your cock. You exploit this opportunity as well, sucking on her dark areolas and kneading her soft, fleshy ass in your meaty hands, mischievously fingering her asshole with a saliva-coated finger.

"Maker, you really are the best fuck I've had, Darling," Said Vivienne, "Why did I not meet you earlier in the courts of Orlais?"

"Well, you can blame my duties as Grey Warden for that," You said, "Sometimes, that's just the nature of work."

"On that... I concur."

And you promptly fill her Orlesian womb with semen, and Vivienne smothered your face in her breasts as she held you tightly in the throes of her climax. You adored the sight of your semen dripping out of her pussy, and Vivienne licking it from her fingertips.

Then Fiona pounces upon you, hilting her pussy on your cock and eagerly riding it with great gusto and mindless savagery.

"Fuck... it feels like so long since I was last with a man," Said Fiona, her Elven pussy magnificently tight around your member, "And you're so magnificent."

"Aren't I the most handsome alpha male in Ferelden?" You replied with a wink.

The Elven mage crashed her lips on yours, your tongues mixing and curling and mixing your saliva in a delicious cocktail of sexiness and sweetness. Your smelly juices stained the sheets underneath, and Vivienne began sucking and licking your member to taste them.

"A woman of culture, I see," You said to Vivienne.

"Aren't I always?" Vivienne replied.

The Throne's magic, as proven through repeated testing, can easily influence women in any way you want whether consciously or unconsciously, and the two mages became among the most pliable test subjects who eagerly obeyed your every command.

As proven when Fiona's eyes whitened as she screamed in pleasure, her pussy extracting every single drop of semen it could from your ejaculating cock. The Elven mage collapsed onto you, panting heavily as her pussy remained hilted on your cock.

"Maker's breath, I wish you were my first, Inquisitor," Said Fiona.

"Better late than never to discover our Darling's magnificent cock, isn't it Darling?" Said Vivienne.

"You got that right," You replied smilingly.

Along the way, you had to stop at a nearby town to rest and feed the horses at the stables. In the meantime, you rented an entire Orlesian inn for your companions and reserved one for yourself, Josie and Leliana.

"So, Josie and Leliana, how are our spies doing in each court?" You said.

"Ah, I forgot to report on that one. Forgive me, Inquisitor," Josie apologized.

"None taken, I know Inquisition jobs are stressful ones, please proceed," You said.

"From what I gather, they are doing a pretty decent job in Ferelden's court at neutralizing the nobles by virtue of them not having adequate anti-espionage measures. As for those not committed to opposing royal authority, some have successfully been 'persuaded' to support Anora's claim," Leliana reported.

"Orlais's court, on the other hand... it's brutal, for lack of a better word; Unlike in Ferelden, the nobility are veteran players of the Great Game and have effectively managed to repulse more than a few of our agents, so some have either had to retreat or kill a few to avoid being discovered." Josephine finished.

"In that case, tell them to follow the usual order," You said, "This time, though, they must exercise **** caution and assume the worst and focus on the elimination of those most hostile to us."

"It will be done, Your Worship," Josephine said.

You spend the rest of the night resting at the town, before you set off again with the sun casting bright rays of golden yellow.

Finally, you reach the gates of Empress Celene's Palace at Val Royeaux, and it quickly became apparent that the Empress has taken great lengths to prepare your arrival in the most grandiose way possible; cohorts of soldiers neatly lined on each side of the streets, trumpeters playing the inquisition anthem, Inquisition flags flying everywhere and the crowds cheering loudly at witnessing their country's saviour arrival.

As you've expected, while the common people rejoice, the reaction from the nobles varied between cheering to outright scowling, perhaps a reason why Orlesians loved wearing masks for everyday clothing.

Your carriage eventually came to a stop, and you step out of the carriage first as your advisors follow behind you and stand before Empress Celene in front of the palace steps.

"Your majesty. May I present the 'Herald of Andraste', leader of the Inquisition and his advisors Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition; Leliana, Left Hand of the Divine, Nightingale of the Imperial Court, Seneschal of the Inquisition; and Josephine Montilyet, Ambassador of the Inquisition," The Herald announced.

"Your majesty," You said, you and your advisors bowing graciously as a sign of respect from a guest.

"Inquisitor," Replies Empress Celene, "It is good to see you grace Val Royeaux with your presence again. I do hope we can speak again during tonight's ball; my servants will help you to your quarters and find you accommodations that are to your satisfaction."

She extended her arm for you, making you smirk slightly as you proceed to kiss the back of her hand as per etiquette but not without quietly channeling some of the Throne's magic into her. Only you notice that she shivers a bit at the contact.

The head servant escorts you and your advisors to your quarters in the Royal Palace reserved only for dignitaries, and none find Orlais's hospitality wanting; thick, luxurious King-sized beds covered in the softest silks, gold leaf-trimmed curtains over ornately carved window frames and clean, thick carpets of luscious wool, no expense was spared. Such decorations could easily give even the richest Fereldeners a run for their money.

"Her majesty has taken great measures to prepare for your arrival, Your Worship. The ball will be held tonight and I will come back to escort you and your companions once preparations are ready. In the meantime, I highly encourage you to take a good rest and relieve yourself of fatigue from travelling so far. If you need anything just tell the guards outside, your request will be seen to immediately," Said the Head Servant.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality," You said.

Edited by ebanu